a brave sleep palliative flat slightly sick day shining
up the medical sky thick with leaves worry
beads to usher in the forces that work to see
Three Poems
Can I deny—
a little bleed in the brain span—
deny my username—
Two Poems
Hello dummies, deaders, dark slights & weird hollows
Freed of all stomachs, dark hallway freedom
to slither in backwards backwards abandonment Hello
Season 2 Episode 5
I often wanted to take off my glasses & wearily rub my eyes
like some under appreciated protagonist
I’d probably seen in a movie one too many times.
The Short History of Bucky Beaver Productions
In my early twenties, I put an ad in the Village Voice that said simply, “Bucky Beaver Productions: We videotape anything! Call for details and rates.” The name comes from my mom. She calls all loved children, including mine, Bucky Beaver, but I think it started with me. I was the original BB.
from Portraits and Conversations
She was still beautiful. It wasn’t some phase or some hand me down, it was a decision and if you disagreed with that or any other decision they made, possibly one with greater ramifications, though she tended to think that one’s taste in furnishings and silverware was a pretty big deal, then that was it.
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